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Azalea

Loner

age
6 Years
gender
Female
gems
85
size
Medium
build
posts
444
player
08-20-2013, 01:34 PM




Azalea followed the line of the river, slowly but surely working her way back home. The west was calling her name bidding she return home to Valhalla. Te female was left with sour feeling in her belly, unsure of what she should think anymore about anything. She knew how she felt about Sarak and this gave her enough awareness to know what the feeling was that has blossomed in her chest after meeting Vixe.

There were too many responsibilities put upon her! How could she manage her heart among all the other things she had to do? It was just too much to ask. More and more she was being expected to be a good Heir. She had large paws to fill and think many feared she would lead as her father had, and clearly that hadn't impressed anyone.

Wild at heart she just wanted to live freely and was beginning to feel muffled by her pack, finding herself away from home more than a few time recently. Until a day again she had been avoiding Sarak, then he had stumbled upon her in the North of all places. To be honest, she wasn't sure how it made her feel. She had been glad to see him but at the same time she self suffocated, like he had purposely followed her. She cared deeply for him but it didn't seem that she liked him nearly as much as he liked her. He had told Vixe that she was the one who held his heart in her paws but she felt like maybe she was holding it in her fangs.

The female stopped walking, eyes landing on a dark she-wolf sprawled on her back. The way she lay made her stomach look funny and she couldn't help but wonder if the female was fat. Pregnancy wasn't something that really came to mind, especially since when she thought of pregnant wolves she thought of bloated wolves waddling around.

She was in motion again, approaching without caution. Another creature appeared suddenly, causing her to give pause to reevaluate the situation. Her eyes were wide with dismay to see the onyx panther upon the woman, instinct pushing her to rush forward to the rescue. Like some heroine she arrived at the scene, tail up and teeth barred. "Hey!" Was all she said, not really sure what else she could say, honestly.